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Chapter 13
1987
"Bella!" Not this again. "BELLA, BELLA, BELLA!"
"Uncle Charlie, seriously, too early."
"Bella, come on! The sun's a risin', baby!"
"There should be a rule, Uncle Charlie, if the sun has yet to completely rise in the sky, if the birds have yet to sing their pathetic song of choice, you should not be allowed to even enter my bedroom or say my name," I grumbled, tucking my head further under the pillow.
"Bella Swan, you are wasting a perfectly good morning huddling up in this bed of yours." His southern accent seemed especially thick today.
"Does it even count as morning yet?" I complained, noticing how the moon was still very prominent in the night sky.
"It was officially morning as of eight minutes ago."
"And that would make the time...?"
"5:38."
"Oh, dear God."
"Now, you get your pretty little self out of bed, put on some decent clothes - none of those Daisy-Duke shorts again - and get your bottom downstairs! I made eggs for breakfast."
"Eggs? Again? Shocker."
"Mouth, Bella."
"Yeah, yeah." I completely disregarded his attempt at discipline, and I rolled back over, adamantly set on going back to sleep. I was thankful he made breakfast, but it was just so early.
I heard some crashing going on downstairs; the cupboards must have angered the old man or something...he usually wasn't this violent. I couldn't help but wonder if he was still upset about yesterday. I did kind of spring mine and Edward's date on him. I should have felt bad...he did say I wasn't allowed to date him. But, really, what did he expect? He practically caused this himself, having Edward teach me to ride a horse, working side-by-side in that hot barn for all those hours. Seriously, Charlie...this is your own doing.
I tried as best I could to go back to sleep, but I had to go and think of Edward working - I did mention that it was side-by-side, right? My side by his shirtless side.
Maybe I was more awake than I thought.
"BELLA!" Charlie yelled again.
"You're going to have an aneurysm before your time if you don't quit your yelling!" I yelled back, just as loud, from underneath the same pillow on my precious bed.
"You're eggs are turning green!"
"Ugh." I looked back at the clock, and it read 5:52. Might as well start my day. Maybe if I was lucky, Edward would be here soon. He was almost a better caffeine fix than my beloved black coffee.
I tried to dress modestly, really I did, but my options were very limited in that department. Renee was my mother, after all. My boots were the same ones I had worn every day out in the barn, so I was way past my embarrassment where that was concerned. I stared at my shorts-collection, wondering which ones would be best, before I realized exactly what I was doing.
Was I the kind of girl who actually worried about what I was wearing? God, I hoped not. Out of self-inflicted anger, I grabbed the pair of jean cut-offs that sat on top of the pile and glided them up my bare legs. My next choice in my outfit was really just to get Charlie going. I wondered what he would say when he saw me in this...
This was what he got for telling me to lose the Daisy-Dukes.
I made my way slowly down the stairs, fixing my hair in a pony-tail in the process. "Hey, Uncle Charlie, I..."
"Hey, Bella." A very sly smile appeared on Edward's face as he stood in the entry way of the kitchen, his eyes taking in every inch on my under-covered body.
"Edward..."
"BELLA!" Charlie yelled as he stepped from around the corner. "This is not a porn-movie audition!"
Edward laughed, and I winked at him in return. Yeah, so my plan might have backfired with him here, but it wasn't anything he hadn't seen already.
"Relax, Charlie. It's called a sports-bra. It's nothing to lose your cool over." I readjusted the lime green material as I witnessed my uncle turn and unhealthy shade of red.
"A BRA!"
"They're actually quite in style now, Mr. Swan," Edward quipped, still looking at all the skin I left exposed.
I was certain that if Charlie could have gotten away with killing him, he would have.
"I ran out of shirts." I shrugged innocently, walking past both of the boys to where my breakfast still sat in the skillet on the stove. "Besides, Edward doesn't wear a shirt when we're working."
Edward's eyes shot to mine then, shaking his head as if I was supposed to keep that a secret.
"What?" I shrugged again, my mouth full.
"I...your mother...damn-it," Charlie stuttered, finally giving up and storming out of the kitchen.
I starting laughing as I heard the back door slam shut.
"Bella, Bella, Bella," Edward repeated, a smile on his beautiful, very familiar lips as he stepped my way. "Are you trying to get me fired?"
"Honestly," I started, swallowing my food first, "I had no idea you were down here. That was Charlie's punishment for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn."
His laugh filled the kitchen. "I think he's never been happier that he never had kids."
"I told you, I'm a handful."
He looked down at my body then. "Oh, that you are."
I threw my fork at him. "Edward!" I laughed as he stepped further still, coming up and pressing my back against the counter. He took the skillet that I was eating directly out of and placed it on the surface behind me.
"Yes?" he asked innocently, his face only inches away.
I smiled and took a deep breath, my skin prickling from his proximity and the memories from the night before. "I hope you're not trying to kiss me," I warned, glad that I had already brushed my teeth before coming down here.
"And why is that?" His hands circled around my waist, and his thumbs lightly stroked the bare skin of my back.
"I think you ran out of your permission slips yesterday." Really, the fact that he had yet to run from my ridiculous form of humor was an accomplishment of its own.
"I have a few left." He chuckled, his face moving in closer, his nose skimming against my flushed cheek.
"A few?"
"Mmm-mmm," he hummed, kissing my neck then.
"I think you'll need more than that," I stammered as he placed a kiss below my ear.
"Oh, I hope so, too," he finally said right before he pressed his lips to mine.
"BELLA!" Charlie's voice broke us out of whatever trance I had succumbed to with Edward, and he broke away, smiling that charming Masen smile of his.
"Maybe getting you fired wouldn't be such a bad thing; we would be a lot more productive," I joked, causing Edward to laugh.
"I better not get fired over you, little Bella. My college fund is dependent on this little shin-dig I got goin' on here."
I smiled up at him but huffed out as if I were exasperated. "Okay, okay, I won't tell the old man to cut you loose today, but keep up the kissing without the proper documentation, Mr. Masen, and I might have to re-evaluate my thinking."
He leaned in to kiss me again. "It would be worth it."
We heard Charlie climb up the steps to the back porch, so we both decided some physical separation would benefit everyone in that moment.
"I'm going to go change," I voiced, walking out of the room and jogging up the stairs.
"Where's Bella?" I heard Charlie ask from downstairs.
"Do you want the truth or a safer version of the truth?" Edward asked point-blank, and I was surprised that Charlie didn't punch him for it.
"You're lucky I like you, kid," Charlie responded, causing Edward to laugh.
"She went to put clothes on."
"Good. And, just so we're clear, I never, and I mean never, want to hear those words stumble out of your mouth ever again. There is absolutely no reason that Bella should ever have to go and get dressed after being alone with you. My niece in a state of 'undress' shouldn't even be words in your vocabulary, nor passing thoughts in your head. Do you understand, boy?"
"Uncle Charlie, please stop harassing him," I pleaded as I came back down the stairs. "This was my little stunt; he had nothing to do with it. I didn't even know he was here!"
Charlie looked over at me and noticed my new set of clothes. It wasn't much better - only a tanktop thrown over my sports bra - but it was better than before. He seemed to relax some and took a step back from Edward. I would have expected Edward to look at least a little scared, but, really, he just looked amused.
"Are we ready to get working or what?" I asked cheerfully, trying to divert the subject a little bit.
This caused Charlie to sigh and re-group his thoughts. His hand came up and rubbed over his tired looking face. Okay, maybe I should ease up on him a little bit. I was being pretty cruel, and he was trying. To make up for my actions, I walked over to him and threw my arms around his waist, squeezing him tight.
"I love you," I said, resting my head on his chest and meaning my words.
He patted my back awkwardly.
"I'm not letting you go until you hug me back." I couldn't see his face, but I was sure he had to at least smile at that one. He was a sucker for my tricks, after all.
"No hugging before noon," he declared.
"Yeah, well you're not supposed to wake me up before eight am, but we're both breaking the rules now." I squeezed him tighter. "Come on, Uncle Charlie. Just do it. Do it, do it, do it," I chanted.
Finally, he laughed and hugged me back.
"So, am I forgiven?" I asked very sweetly after I had released my death grip.
"Forgiven but not forgotten," he tried to warn seriously.
It took all of my might not to roll my eyes. Instead, I smiled up at him and nodded. "Okay, deal."
"Now, we wasted good time with hugs and nakedness this morning. We have work to do!"
I looked over at Edward, who was still pressed up against the counter, watching our exchange with a smile on his face, and he winked at me as our eyes met. "You ready to get to work, Edward?" I asked borderline sarcastically, way too much enthusiasm in my voice for that early in the morning.
"Work with the two of you? I vote for more hugs and nakedness."
I laughed and Charlie groaned, stomping out of the kitchen for the second time that morning.
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"Where are we going?" I asked from the passenger side of his blue truck as we pulled out of Uncle Charlie's driveway. The old man was still standing on the front porch, hands on his hips and a scowl on his face. It was late afternoon now, and Edward had asked if he could take me out for a little while. Charlie didn't have a reason to object, but he still didn't look happy about it.
"You know, I'm getting pretty tired of that question." He looked over at me, smiling, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"If you would just tell me, I would be a lot less annoying."
"I don't find you annoying," he stated earnestly, his eyes focusing back on the road ahead of us.
"Oh, you just wait." I tried to get my voice to sound serious, but I couldn't help but chuckle at my own words. "I'm worse than a younger sibling or a petulant two-year-old."
He laughed and just shook his head. "And why are you telling me this, exactly?"
"Fair warning, that's all. I plan on asking where were going plenty more times until you eventually tell me. I even know how to say it in different languages."
"Oh yeah?"
"Qui. Where-o are-we-o going-o, homme?"
"That…no, that was just awful."
"Annoying, though, right?"
"Not annoying enough." He turned his head slightly to wink at me.
"Dang-it."
He reached over and took my hand, intertwining our fingers together so they rested on the top of my thigh. "Don't worry, Bella-French-wannabe, we'll be there soon enough."
"I can't believe you didn't even let me shower." I kept my arms glued down to my side, awkwardly holding onto Edward's hand at the same time, very embarrassed that we had worked hard all day, and I was a sweaty mess.
"I didn't get to shower, either," he tried to placate me.
"Yeah, and you smell bad." I laughed, causing him to roll his eyes.
"It's not like you smell like sweet strawberries, either, my dear one."
"That's because you wouldn't let me bathe! I tried…I happen to like my hygiene. Spell it out with me, Edward, hygiene – h-y-g-i-e-n-e!"
"Don't be so worried about it." He chuckled, bringing our joined hands to his lips so he could press a kiss to the back of mine.
I smiled and maybe – just maybe – giggled a little bit.
"Oh no," he said, shaking his head.
"What?" I shrugged.
"You're a giggler. No, no," he repeated in mock horror.
"Do you have something against my giggling?"
"Yes, very much so. There should be a rule: no giggling allowed."
"There should be another rule: Bella should be able to shower before we go out."
He just laughed again. "I plan on distracting you from your smelly self, relax. You won't even notice it."
"You must have a pretty spectacular plan if you want to accomplish that feat."
He just smiled, and I leaned back in my seat, turning my head to look out the window at the quickly passing view. Just a few minutes later, his truck turned left down a gravel road, and a large park came into view. There were a couple baseball diamonds near the entrance, but as we kept driving, I could see a large playground area.
There was a baseball game in progress on one of the fields, and there were families in the stands surrounding, but besides that, the park seemed deserted. After we parked, Edward came over to my side and took my hand, leading me through the gate and over to where the swings were.
"Are you going to push me?" I laughed, running slightly ahead of him to pick out my swing. I sat down excitedly, facing him as he stood off a few feet, looking at me with an exceptionally large smile on his face. His hands now were buried deep in his pockets, his shoulders relaxed, and his head tilted just a tad.
"What?" I asked, confused as to why he was just standing there staring at me.
"Nothing." He shook his head, his smile not faulting. "I just want to remember this image. I never want to forget what you look like right now."
I could feel my cheeks blushing, but I didn't tear my gaze from his. "And why is that?" I dared to ask, pushing my feet beneath me slightly so the swing would start moving.
"You just look so…innocent." His grin turned into more of a smirk.
"I think carefree is a better description," I offered, smirking along with him. "But this place really is lovely, Edward. There's a park just like this back home. My mom always took me there growing up. Did you know I even used to play softball?"
This made Edward laugh, and he took a couple more steps in my direction. "No way." His head shook back and forth, and he looked at me as if I were crazy.
"Oh yeah, I was really good. Even made it to the All-Star team a couple of summers." By now, he was close enough that when I would swing in the air, he would push at the bottom of my bare-feet, already having kicked off my flip-flops when I sat down on the swing.
"I just cannot picture you throwing a baseball."
"I handle balls quite well, actually," I corrected, even though I realized my mistake as soon as the words left my mouth. It took Edward off guard, too, because instead of using his hands to push my feet back, I accidentally kicked him in the face. "Edward!" I yelled, stopping the swing quickly and rushing over to him. He was crouched over, his nose in his hands.
"Are you bleeding? Are you okay?" I asked, tugging at his wrists so I could get a better look at the damage.
"Oh, Bella." He shook his head back and forth, still staring at the ground, and he grunted, "You're going to kill me one of these days."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
He was still bent over, one hand resting on his knee now as he tilted his face up to look at me. But when our eyes met, he smiled again. "A good thing. Definitely a good thing."
"So I think pushing me on the swing was bad idea number one." I tried to laugh, but with him still bent over like that, it was a little forced.
"A bad idea for my face, at least. How about we both swing? I think that's a much safer option."
I silently agreed and went back over to my swing, and Edward sat down in the one beside me, but he faced in the opposite direction so our faces were just slightly facing each other when both the swings were still. I pushed with the bottom of my feet so I had some movement, enjoying the breeze that was created when I went back and forth. It was relatively quiet; the baseball game created most of the noise, but it was far enough away that we couldn't hear it well.
"I'm surprised more people aren't here," I commented.
"Yeah, it's a little deserted, isn't it?" he added causally, twisting the chains of his swing together so he was going in circles.
"If I had a family, I would bring my kids here all the time."
I looked to my right at Edward as he smiled at me. "And why is that?"
"I don't know." I laughed awkwardly. "Does this not seem like the perfect family spot to you? The picnic tables, the empty field over there, the playground…this place just screams family-friendly."
Shaking his head, laughing lightly, he said, "I honestly love how much thought you put into things."
"Meaning?" I asked, squinting my eyes and tilting my head. "That wasn't an insult, right?"
"No, Bella." He continued to chuckle beneath his words. "You're just super insightful."
"Ah, yes," I rolled my eyes, "my epic insightfulness. I would totally chalk that up to my ability to see the future or read minds and shit, but, yeah, I totally can't do either of those things."
He laughed, louder this time and joked, "Reading minds? You should learn that trick…that sounds pretty cool."
"As temping as it is to know everything that's going on in that super-cute head of yours, Edward Masen, I would much prefer to keep my thoughts away from the perverted junk you got going on up there." I wasn't really swinging by this point, more of just swaying back and forth while Edward continued to twist his swing in circles beside me.
"Perverted?" he asked in mock horror. "I have been nothing but a gentlemen every moment we've been together! Not without effort, trust me," he added on at the end with a gruff laugh and a quick roll of his loaded blue eyes.
"Southern gentlemen, yes, you've explained that to me once. But I was talking about your thoughts, not your actions. But if you want to tell me that they're all holier-than-thou, be my guest," I challenged with a smirk firmly in place. It was his turn to blush now, and I quite enjoyed seeing the tips of his ears become scarlet while his eyes stayed glue at his feet in the mulch.
After a few moments of Edward stewing in his own awkwardness while I laughed to myself, completely at his expense, of course, he looked up at me with a sinister look across his face.
"Do you not approve of my respectful behavior, Ms. Bella?" His smooth, deep voice seemed to go even lower as he asked, his eyes no longer full of embarrassment but direct challenge as they narrowed ever so slightly, boring into mine with a solid purpose.
"Again, I was commenting on your thoughts, not your actions," I voiced, mine not being nearly as powerful as his.
"I think you were hinting towards my actions," he hedged slowly as he untwisted his swing.
"Now you're just being presumptuous." I really did try to keep my voice strong and steady, but with the way he was looking at me, it seemed impossible.
He was standing now, practically stalking the few feet over to my swing, once again standing in front of me. His tan calloused hands griped onto the chains my seat was attached to, resting a short distance above where I gripped them with my own hands. His arms flexed beneath the flimsy sleeves of his t-shirt, and I couldn't help but notice the defined lines and veins in his forearms that were at either side of my face.
Tipping his head closer to mine, bending at the waist to get to my sitting level, he whispered, "I don't think I am, Bella. Actually, if I'm judging you correctly – but forgive me if I'm wrong; I'm no mind reader – I think you want in on my thoughts…the less holier-than-thou thoughts, to be exact."
I lifted my chin a tiny bit so I could look at him directly. He was less than a foot away from me, close enough that I could see his long black lashes outline his piercing eyes. "Is that what you think?" I whispered.
"Is that what you want?" he whispered back.
I took a deep breath. "How about this," I offered. "As much as I love your southern charms, I could use a bit of risk in my life…a little excitement, if you will."
He looked back and forth between my eyes, trying to judge how serious I was, before he answered, "Whatever makes the lady happy."
I smiled then, loving his little southern sayings. "We only have one summer, Edward. Why don't we make the most of it?"
He smiled back at me, straightening up a little bit. "That sounds like a challenge, Ms. Swan." He laughed.
"Are you accepting?" See, I could be sly, too.
He looked at me, but he didn't speak. I felt my heart beating in my chest, the heat from the humid summer air on my skin, the pieces of small wooden bits beneath my feet.
Finally, a smirk rose on his lips, eventually turning into a full grin. "Remember how I said you were going to kill me one of these days?" He shook his head, laughing. "Exhibit A."
I sat still for the moments it took Edward to regain himself. I watched as he shook his head to clear his thoughts and take a deep, full breath.
"Do you want to get out of here?" he asked me, reaching his hand forward for me to take.
I responded by giving him my hand, and he pulled me to my feet. I slipped my sandals on and started walking, with Edward leading the way. His fingers stayed wrapped in mine, and I loved it, feeling the back of his forearm brush against my own. I wanted people to see this – see me with Edward, Edward with me. When I was younger, I used to envy the older girls I saw in relationships. I was jealous that they were wanted so much by someone that the guy would actually do something like hold their hand in public. It was a ridiculous little-girl notion, but I couldn't help but smile that it was me now – I was that girl.
"What are you thinking about?" Edward asked as we neared the parking lot.
I laughed. "It's just something that I would probably giggle over if I spoke it aloud; you wouldn't want to know."
"Oh, God, not the giggles again." He rolled his eyes, but I could still see the smile on his face.
"I'll save you from the horror." I squeezed his hand and pressed myself to him just a bit more. "You're welcome."
"Bella, I…"
Right as Edward was starting to talk, a group of motorcycles came whipping through the parking lot, screeching to a halt a little bit too close to Edward and me for my comfort. Instinctively, Edward let go of my hand but used the arm instead to push me behind him, acting as a shield of protection from the bikes – or the people who rode them. His shoulders were suddenly tense, and he seemed to stand taller.
"What's going on?" I asked quietly from behind him as the three guys got off their bikes.
"I'll explain later," he responded just as quietly, but his tone was ice.
"Edward, Edward, Edward. What is my little angel doing out so late? Won't Daddy Masen be wondering where you are?" one of the boys mocked, taking off his helmet and tucking it beneath his arm.
"What the hell do you want, man?" Edward asked, his voice strong, challenging.
"Tisk, tisk, Eddie…language!" The tan boy just laughed, and it sent a wave of anger through me.
"I don't need to listen to this; come on, Bella," Edward prompted, turning us around to walk the rest of the way to his truck.
"Oh, look at that, Edward has a girl with him! Surprise, surprise!"
This caused Edward to go rigid again, and his footsteps faltered, but he kept on walking after the split second anyway.
"What's your name, pretty thing? You don't look like his usual type. Must be giving him something real good for him to be taking you out." The boy just laughed, and the guys behind him joined in his menacing vibrations.
However, this caused Edward, who was trying so hard to keep his cool, to lose it, and he shot around, letting go of my hand completely as he stepped forward. "I seemed to remember, Jacob, that the last time you tried to start shit, I beat your face in. So I highly suggest you watch your mouth before it reconnects with my fist."
This boy just shrugged again, not at all feeling threatened. I took it to being his safety net of the boys behind him. I really didn't feel like watching Edward being attacked by three guys, so I stepped forward, grabbing his arm.
"Edward, come on. Let it go. He doesn't bother me; I don't care. Come on, please." I begged, pulling at his elbow with all my might, but Edward hardly budged. He didn't even turn to look at me; his stare was shooting holes at this kid that was now only a couple feet away, at best.
"Listen to the girl, Eddie. Walk away."
"Please, Edward. We were getting out of here, remember?" I tried to allude to our earlier conversation, but it wasn't working.
"Bella, go wait in the car."
"Yeah, Bella, this might get ugly," the boy sneered back, looking at Edward with just as much hate as Edward was looking at him.
Okay, enough, I decided.
"Are you guys serious right now?" I yelled, walking around Edward to step between them. Being in front of Edward was enough to finally draw his eyes away from the pack of idiots that decided to ruin our party. "Honestly. This is a park, with families," I emphasized, "and all four of you are acting like children. If you have a problem with each other, fine, but this is not the place to deal with it. Now, before I call the cops on all your asses, I suggest you back off." I was turned now, facing the dirty rats. The one in front just looked at me with an amused look on his face.
"Feisty," he remarked, causing all three of them to laugh again.
"Bella, go to the truck," Edward demanded again.
I turned to face Edward then, putting my hands on his chest. "Walk away," I shot back.
He glanced down to meet my eyes for a second before he raised them back to the others.
I pushed harder, causing him to actually take a step back. "Edward," I growled. "Now. This isn't funny."
"Listen to the woman, Eddie."
"Oh shove it," I turned around and yelled to the smug looking bastard.
"Get to the truck or I'm using the pay phone to call Charlie to come pick me up," I finally threatened, causing Edward to take a deep breath.
"Fine," he muttered, whipping around and taking my hand, dragging me back.
He opened my door so I could climb in before he went around to his own side. I looked over and the other guys were still standing there, but the one in the middle who had started the drama to begin with looked different…more resigned instead of angry, thoughtful almost.
"Who were they?" I asked as Edward backed out of the space and drove through the lot. He was still vibrating with anger, and I wasn't sure if any of it was directed at me.
"I could have handled them, Bella," he shot. Oh yes, so some was indeed because of my little antics.
"I really didn't feel like dealing with a bloody mess," I countered. "Besides, I already did enough damage to your face earlier. Any more impact and it might shatter." I tried to keep my voice light, but it wasn't helping dissolve his anger any.
He just pounded on the steering wheel a few times. If I wasn't so distracted on how to fix this, I would have taken note on how good he looked while steaming with anger like he was. Okay, so maybe I did take note of it. The cab of the truck seemed to vibrate with the tension, though, and I haven't known Edward long enough to know what to do to relax him. So, I did the next best thing. Instead of being mad at me, I made him focus on who else he should be mad at.
"How do you know that guy?" I asked, turning to look at him.
He just growled, hitting the wheel again.
"Remember that time I told you I couldn't read minds…" I hedged, and this actually made him lift the corner of his mouth, even if it was just the smallest smile.
"I've known Jacob since I was a kid," he answered as his focus was heavily set on the road ahead of us.
"He was delightful," I remarked, rolling my eyes.
"He didn't used to be that bad," he responded, almost sadly.
"What happened?"
A large sigh escaped him this time; at least it was better than the beating he was giving the interior of his truck. "Jake and I used to be really close growing up. But after his dad skipped town, he kind of just lost it. His mom is a raging alcoholic, and Jake thinks he's entitled to take his problems out on everyone who ever tried to care for him, as if the world owed him something for being shitty." There was obvious resentment in his voice, but I wondered just how deep it went.
"I'm sorry you lost your friendship with him," I offered kindly, losing all the earlier sarcasm.
He scoffed. "It's more than that, Bella. Jake's just fucking crazy! Unstable. God, he pisses me off," he continued to rant.
As much as I wanted to get into that history right now, I figured it probably wasn't the best thing. With the anger seemingly forgotten where I was concerned, I gently pried Edward's right hand from the steering wheel and wrapped it between both of mine.
"So," I began. "That field that we went to yesterday…how far of a drive is that from here?"
Edward smiled now and looked over at me briefly. "Not too far."
"Good, because there's something I want to talk to you about."
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